BruisedI am afraid to tell the truthOf what I feelIt always comes back

As missilesHurled at me in angerTargeted as examplesIllustrations of misbehaviorIndications of future actions.

HurtI swore I'd never reveal to a manThat which went on beforeBut you coaxed it from me.So I tell you my fantasiesAnd you see them as realitiesI tell you my dreamsAnd you scold me for not making them goalsYou accuse me of settlingWhen I mention minor obstacles

I tell you my misadventures

And you demand that I own 'em

Shame

You wanted to hear

Of those that lingered

On the path before

Erotic stories I

Played out for you

That you used

As Judgement

When it suited you to hurt.

Accussation

of misbehavior

Examples

of unworthiness

You hurl at me

Missiles

of personal discontent

Truth

Its mine to keep

Author's Notes/Comments:

You wanted to hear, you thought it erotic, those that took the path before. But you used it to hurt me when it suited you to judge.

Hey you, are you being judged? maybe someone is judging you by your looks, or your smarts, or even your love life. Whatever those people are judging you for, dont listen to them. its nonsense. they are the idiots, the nincompoops, the smartalecs. dont let them get to you. you might be different, but thats who you are. everyone has their owns flaws, their owns problems. Being smart is actually very awesome because you can become successful and get an amazing job! being different isnt bad. its actually the best thing ever. if we were all the same, we would never have any fun, life would be so, so wierd and awkward. so just go out and be different (as in yourself, not a strange weirdo. lol). you just might find that someone who is JUST LIKE YOU! ive found a few, my best friends are the weirdest people i know but i love them to death. my boyfriend is the weirdest guy i know haha so if you need a weird friend, HIT ME UP!!!! haha (: POWER TO THE WEIRDOS!

Don't judge the package,
I'm a troubled kid.
Yes, I'm white and I'm rich,
But life's still a bitch.
I've got a pretty face
But I'm no ace,
Although I look it through cyberspace.
I've got brains,
But they don't help much if you're not sane.
It's hard to explain the inhumane domaine that is my brain;
I constantly sound like I'm on cocaine.
I'm so insane,
That it makes you refrain
From running your fingers though my maine.
Baby, I'm anything but plain.

People always seem to judge a book by its cover read the first chapter, then forget about it the title of the book is "The human soul" something people rarely try to read or get to know acting like they've already predicted the entire novel not knowing it has a history behind it emotions, poured on to the pages by the author...taken away by you, the editor events that take place; often interpreted as "negative" so people give it a low rating . But not everything can turn out how you want, though it all depends on you're perspective now, you are the perfect example of this ...this poem you're reading, theres something you're not seeing although it can be viewed with many different perspectives the way I see it...the book is a human being.

Author's Notes/Comments:

If you disagree, you are wrong. Disagreeing does not exist, it is merely youre way of viewing things. Remember you can turn a negitive into a positive depending on how you view it...and vice versa. *its all in youre perspective*

She hides behind the shadows of laughter.
Fear that they would see the truth.
How deep those eyes go, to the core of her soul.
At a young age she sealed those eyes closed.
Fear of judgment and stories that unfold.
Feeling the corruption of her soul she fears to let go.
Seeking a place to run, seeking a place to hide she dug deep inside.
Freedom to gain, it is now time to end the pain.
Realizing it’s all a part of life’s game having the need to end the pain.